Wowie, Kalo Steez - Too Much Facts Lyrics

Too much guap
Too much cash
Too much
Too much facts
Uh Uh huh
Uh huh
Too much guap
Too much cash
Too much
Too much facts

Too much class
You in last
Do I think I'm better than you?
Just a tad
My name always on your tongue like a tab
You my seed
You my drop
I'm your dad
Uh uh uh
My blood at the pad
If we catch you tampering
Uh that's your ass
Uh uh uh
Smoke you like some gas
All these rappers sound the same
Put em in the trash
Facts!
Facts!
Facts!
Uh
Facts!
Facts!
Facts!
I could hide my face but my pain I couldn't mask
Look up in the wraith Goût got more stars than that
She wanna give me face uh
I might pass
My palm itchy itchy itchy uh money rash

Too much guap
Too much cash
Too much
Too much facts
Too much guap
Too much cash
Too much
Too much facts

Too much gas
Moving packs
He want smoke with the family then we match
How we clean up like some maids and we don't match
Poppin tags used to hit the thrift for rags
It's up it's stuck
Pulled your card don't try your luck
My fit cold like hockey puck
These girls flock to me like ducks
We getting bucks stacking bread tall like the bucks
We ball hard don't give no fucks
Ain't on the team you not with us
Too much guap too much gas
We on your ass
Pull up to your door in a dash
Smoke em like a blunt and we ain't leave no ash
Goût on the track leave you niggas in the past

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